An orangey opening with a strongly fruity undertone, mainly rhubarb, but freshened up by lashings of bergamot.
The tuberose arises in the drydown, and it is a lighter version, neither waxy nor too distinct.
In the base a vanilla impression moves into the foreground, with touches of benzoin and whiffs of white musk.
I get moderate sillage, good projection and six hours of longevity on my skin.
A spring scent that is not without original touches, but a tad too synthetic and also too generic at times. 2.75/5.
More clash of the titans rather than diva duet. The first impression suggests a clove-spiked rose sitting atop some gummy vanilla, with the tuberose only sneaking up later in the perfume’s progression. Unfortunately this is not a creamy, carnal avatar of tuberose, nor is it heady and indolic. Instead we have a powder-compact-in-plastic-sheeting impression of this floral note, and the entire composition suffers from a decidedly fusty and clogged feel. Maybe it’s the base notes asserting their authority (a paste-like blend of vanilla, tonka and patchouli to my nose), but neither rose nor tuberose gets a chance to shine in this rather outdated offering.